Claimed By The Ruthless Mafia

Mia’s POV.

As soon as we touched down in Chicago, we made a beeline for the meeting that had been arranged by Logan’s assistant. The meeting with the clients and the deal discussions took up nearly half the day. Logan had to pay a visit to the Chicago office, and it wasn’t until later in the evening that we finally found ourselves free and returned to the hotel. I had made sure to book two separate rooms, determined to avoid any rumors of an affair with my billionaire boss.

From the expression on Logan’s face, it was evident that he wasn’t pleased with this arrangement. Nevertheless, I paid him no mind and headed to my room. Exhausted from the journey, I indulged in a hot bath, which eased the tension in my muscles. Afterward, I slipped into my clothes and stepped out. That’s when the landline phone rang.

Frowning, I picked it up, wondering who would be calling me on the landline.

“Mia!” Logan’s deep, husky voice resonated through the speakers, causing my heart to skip a beat. His voice was undeniably masculine, possessing a captivating depth that could easily ignite desire, even over the phone.

“Come to my room,” he ordered, his tone laced with authority and dominance.

With a resigned sigh, I knew I had no choice but to comply with his demand. As I approached his room, I noticed that the doors were left ajar, as if intentionally welcoming my arrival. Stepping inside, my eyes were drawn to his figure standing on the balcony, his back turned to me. I couldn’t help but take in the sight, appreciating the contours of his form in secret.

Slowly, I made my way towards him, anticipation stirring within me. When he finally turned to face me, his eyes smoldered with an unmistakable mix of lust and desire. It was clear what was about to unfold.

With a gentle touch, he cupped my face in his hand, his finger sensually tracing the curve of my lip. Each stroke sent shivers down my spine, heightening the intensity of the moment.

“I want you to move into this room,” he declared, his voice filled with determination.

My mind began to protest, but before any words could escape my lips, he placed a single finger on them, effectively silencing me.

“I assure you, no one will find out,” he whispered, his words lingering over my lips, leaving no room for discussion.

His tongue sensually traced the outline of my bottom lip before sucking on it, deepening our kiss. Suddenly, he pulled away, and as I opened my eyes, I found him gazing intently at me.

“I want you to stay with me in this room for our entire stay in Chicago, and I’ll ensure that you won’t leave,” he declared, his voice dripping with desire and need.

His eyes darkened with lust, and he seductively licked his lips. Meeting his gaze, I could see the emotions mirrored in his eyes, matching the desires raging within me.

Leaning down, Logan pressed his lips firmly against mine. He began by sucking on my lower lip, pulling it gently between his teeth before releasing it with a soft pop. He then captured my lips again, his tongue coaxing my mouth to open, seeking entry. As soon as I parted my lips, his tongue invaded, engaging mine in a passionate battle for dominance. The taste of him was exquisite, driving me to the brink of madness. It was his ability to render me helpless with desire that made me willing to play along with his game, despite the knowledge that he was a renowned playboy and my heart could end up shattered in the process.

I was entranced by his seduction, lost in the moment. Moans escaped from my lips as our mouths intertwined. Logan effortlessly lifted me in his strong arms, never breaking our passionate kiss, and carried me into the bedroom, gently placing me on the bed.

He urged me to lie down, his body hovering above mine, his eyes locking onto mine, captivating me completely. Lust burned within his gaze, causing my breath to hitch in anticipation of his touch. A mischievous smirk danced upon his lips, relishing the effect he had on me.

With a gentle tug, he pulled me slightly upright, his fingers deftly undoing the zipper of my gown. The fabric glided down my shoulder, cascading down to the floor in a graceful motion. Sensing my compliance, he swiftly removed the dress entirely, leaving me exposed before him. Standing up, he shed his own clothes with lightning speed, his powerful frame now bare as he once again loomed over me.

Our lips collided once more in a passionate kiss, his mouth trailing down my neck, leaving a trail of sensual kisses and teasing nibbles. He took his time, savoring each moment, exploring the delicate expanse of my skin. His warm lips found my sensitive spot, his tongue flicking and sucking, igniting a fiery desire within me. I yearned for more, my body craving his touch.

Pausing momentarily, he glanced up, meeting my gaze, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. I knew I had succumbed to his seductive prowess. With a purposeful focus, he shifted his attention to my breasts, taking one into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the hardened bud. My hands found their way into his hair, tugging and massaging as waves of pleasure washed over me. He lingered, relishing in the sight of my aroused state, before bestowing the same attention upon my other breast.

As the intensity built, I surrendered to the sensations, becoming a chorus of moans and gasps. Our desires intertwined, our bodies becoming one in the throes of passion. Reluctantly, he withdrew from me, his eyes locking with mine, a mix of desire and tenderness gleaming within them.

My eyes fluttered open, filled with a primal desire that consumed me. With my mouth slightly parted, I moaned his name, my voice laced with longing. His lips began to trail a path of kisses between my breasts, gradually moving downwards until he reached my belly button, where he gently sucked.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

His hands explored the moistness between my legs, and a deep groan escaped him as he discovered my arousal. Realizing I was wet and ready for him, he inserted a finger inside me, starting with gentle thrusts. As pleasure surged through me, my moans transformed into fervent screams. He increased the pace, pumping his finger in and out of me, his groans mingling with mine as I clenched around him. The sensations overwhelmed me, leaving me panting and pleading for release.

Without hesitation, he positioned himself at my entrance. The swollen tip of his cock, coated with precum, teasingly brushed against my core, driving me to desperation. With a sudden jerk, he thrust his cock inside me, and a simultaneous groan escaped both of us. The fit was perfect, as if we were made for each other.

He began moving, setting a rhythm that brought me immense pleasure. In no time, we became entangled in each other, exchanging the ecstasy we craved. The room echoed with moans and groans, reverberating with the intensity of our connection. The scent of our climax filled the air, encapsulating us in a world of our own making.